Where Have You Been? - Ponyboy x Reader

"Cherry Valance." - Chpt. 6

2nd Person PoV

The ride home was beautiful. The wind blew past you, taking any stress or fear along with it. You were refreshed, and ready to take on the rest of the day.

You pulled up to your house and noticed your parents' car wasn't in the driveway, so like usual you lifted the ceramic toad on the porch. Under it was a house key and note.

'Hey (Y/n)! Your father and I have another business trip, we'll be back in a week. I went food shopping while you were out, and your father left $75 for fast-food and necessities. Call if you need anything!
P.S.
We love you, be safe!!!'

You sighed and unlocked the door. Your parents weren't home a lot, but you were used to it. They had good jobs that allowed them to work together and bring home a lot of money. Honestly, you would probably be considered a Soc if your parents didn't put it all in savings, regardless of how comfortable they were money-wise. They taught you to be humble, and were very careful with their money. Never spending too much, always just enough to get by.

You decided to take a shower, especially after your night of puking. The guys never said anything but you wouldn't be shocked if you still smelled like it. Gross. You wanted to look good for later anyways. Meeting them while in your work uniform wasn't the best look. You didn't even have make up on, and your hair was greasy from making pizza. You wanted to show what you looked like at your best, hoping it would catch Pony's attention. You promptly removed your bandages as well as your clothes, and hopped in.

After cleaning yourself up and using some good conditioner, it was time to get dressed and pretty!!! With your hair wrapped in a towel, you scoured your room for the perfect outfit. Jeans? Yoga pants? Shorts? Crop-top? Baggy t-shirt? Sports bra? The possibilities were endless. You settled on a pair of flared leggings with a super cropped-tee. You threw on a pair of converse, and looked in the mirror. You noticed that your entire outfit was black. Cute! Next, was hair and makeup. You took the towel down, letting your hair fall to your shoulders so that you could brush and style it. Blow-dried waves seemed the most fitting, so that's exactly what you did. As for makeup, black eyeliner and mascara were your bestfriends!

The finished look was perfect! You wouldn't exactly fit in with their rough and tough image, but you didn't care. You sprayed a couple sprits of perfume before moving onto your bag. You figured you should pack incase you ended up staying again. Being home was lonely when your parents weren't home. Maybe the Curtis's would understand. You grabbed the basics, 'underwear, bras, toothbrush, money, socks, hairbrush, makeup, deodorant,' and stuffed it all in your bag.

And just like that, you were ready to head back!! You watered your plants and grabbed your stuff, making sure to lock the door before leaving. You picked your bike up and pedaled off, curious about how tonight might unfold.

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After taking several wrong turns and almost falling off your bike, you reached your destination. You brought your bike to the side of the house and walked up to the front door. It was only a couple of hours since you were there yet, you were so happy to be back. You quickly gave the door two hardy knocks. You heard a bit of scuffling before the door cracked open, revealing a grinning Sodapop!

"Hey (Y/n), just stand there for a second. I wanna play a joke on Darry." He whispered before backing up and looking back and forth between you and whoever was on the couch.

"You're tellin' me that's my baby? I gotta son I ain't even knew about?? Why'd you wait till now to tell me this, Jenny? I can't believe it." He spoke loudly, looking to you with a smile.

"WHAT THE HELL IS GOIN' ON OUT THERE?!? SODAPOP PATRICK CURTIS, YOU HAVE SOME EXPLAININ' TO DO RIGHT THIS INSTANT." You heard Darry from across the house, followed by his angry stomps in Soda's direction. Soda quickly shut the door, trying to keep the joke going. You struggled to make out Darry's screams from behind the door, until Soda cracked it open a centimeter or two.